Page 111 of Love ad Lib
Shifting his body to the side, he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh underneath her dress as he sucked on her nipple. She opened herself to him, desperate to have him touch the centre of her pleasure.
As he reached the apex of her thighs, his head jerked up.
‘Fuck! Libby!’
Holding his breath, he pressed his forehead against her breast as his fingers brushed through her wetness. Wanting to stay true to Regency fashion, she hadn’t worn underwear. Henry panted as he regained control, then circled her clit and tugged on her nipple.
She was panting now, her body trembling with the promise of an orgasm so powerful she was almost afraid to embrace it. Fire built deep in her core, the pressure rising as her temperature went from orange, to red, to white hot. Without warning, everything went nuclear, the release shooting up her body and knocking out her breath in a silent scream.
Her body was buffeted, lost to his touch as blinding waves of light rolled and crashed through her. She moaned as her breath returned, her hips circling up into his fingers, eking out every last flicker of pleasure.
Henry kissed his way up her neck to her cheek as she breathed. Who knew such bliss was possible? It was utterly overwhelming. And who could have guessed just how wild and passionate he truly was?
He kissed below her ear. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ The vibrations from his voice made her shiver.
‘Henry,’ she managed. ‘That was unbelievable.’
She felt him smile against her neck and his fingers slip free. He raised his head and she watched, her breath quickening, as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking them.
He slid down the bed, bunching the skirts of her dress up to her waist and laying her completely open.
‘So beautiful,’ he murmured again.
He knelt on the floor, pulling her legs towards him and hooking them over his shoulders.
‘Henry,’ she cried as he parted her curls and licked up her length.
He groaned into her pussy.
‘Henry, oh god!’
His tongue flicked against her clit. She was already so swollen, her body primed for more, a second orgasm was already almost there. He locked her hips to the bed as he licked in steady strokes.
‘Henry, Henry, Henry…’
She held his head, her back arched, her eyes squeezed tight as she raced towards the white light of another climax.
He licked faster and faster.
‘Oh my god, I’m coming!’
Libby screamed as she hit the wall of pleasure at maximum velocity. Henry vibrated his tongue against her and she held on for dear life, buffeted by feelings as they collided inside her, smashing through every cell.
‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,’ she gasped, her chest heaving to draw in enough air to keep her conscious.
He moved to lie next to her, stroking her hair, and staring at her as if she was the dawn of creation herself.
A shocked laugh escaped her, and he smiled.
He was so beautiful. So utterly perfect. Even after giving her the two most spectacular orgasms of her life, he wasn’t smug about his skill or eager to fulfil his own pleasure.
But she wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her. She wanted him to lose control and cry her name.
She reached down and held the stiffness of his cock through his trousers.
His breath hitched.
‘Do you have a condom?’ she asked.
